why do they tell you where to call if the police are talking about a missing suspect? or why do they tell you about apartments that are for sale?

last thursday i dreamed i was on my knees sailing on top of a layer of ice across a campus quad while clutching each end of a wind-filled t-shirt.  

then i dreamed a man came into my office and put down a box of munchkin donuts.

when i woke i checked if there were donuts.

seems like i can't stop thinking about my novel, i'm sick of it.

what should i think or type about?

on sunday i went to a party from 1am - 3am.

the sink in the bathroom was filled with vomit and water.

someone asked me what was in the sink. i said i didn't vomit in the sink.

the conservatives don't want government but when they want someone to help them with their problems they ask the government.

i don't know why i am gay.

i don't know how to express that i'm really comfortable all the time, like even if i've eaten way too much food and it's 90 degrees outside it still feels like my body temperature is ok and i'm wearing loose fitting clothes and the things underneath me are soft thought that's not what's really happening.

sometimes i'm too comfortable. i thought my roommate took my dvds and packed them and moved them when she moved. the other day i suddenly knew where they were in the apartment, went to them and idly scanned each title.

then i worried about dying. it seemed like i didn't respect the life i was given.